Lyrics:
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams
This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet
But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio
on
You love it when it rattles is the fact that I'm buying on
Suckers never come close cause of knowing
There is no stopping the D.O.C. when I'm flowing
HERE is a story about fame i heard
It first as a fable in Somalia
Before living it out in America
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk
For
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
out blowin' up
They my pupic care, and pupils still growin' up
Sucking mean while the g'ism as it hits the rhythm
They want that new style, no money
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my knees
I mix it all up like a recipe
Coca-cola
zu verstehen)
And if you fight against the rhythm lose by the time up bring
This can't be everything (wach auf)
You got to realize, that there is so
zu verstehen)
And if you fight against the rhythm lose by the time up bring
This can't be everything (wach auf)
You got to realize, that there is so
when we groove and prove a show
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
Cause it's survival
a show
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
'Cause it's survival of professional radio
Stop
Yeah, smooth in the groove
Yo, whassup, man, what's up?
What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?
Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur
Your CD get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
Cuz, I like your mix tape cover
rhythm hit your soul
And you know we party like that
It's just how it is when you party with the gang
See my crew on lock
Bottles on bottles we be popping
made the track
Probably made by someone different not even the one that rapped
l'll never get it there's to many damn critics
Everyone is always Tryna
is it man
What's this dude been saying
Aw, it is, it's my Attack on the Stars
Out there effecting you audience punks
You oughta be ashamed
You
cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be
cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be
don't go
Hop in my bed
Lay with me
While we play songs from my radio
But my taste in music is you
Longing for your touch
Making love to you is a rhythm
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
We got a Million DMXs, 1000 Jay-Zs
100 Eminems and 2 Million Master P's
But I differ drastically, Cause whether I'm raping the rhythm is never really
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
Livin' in my shoes boy, this is not shoe town
A showdown for Motown, it's a new sound
Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece
Foamin' at the mouth
a good reason
To let anything rip
Radio's cold
Soul is infected
One by one
I'll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I'll
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
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